I reworked Clement Clarke Moore's The Night Before Christmas to reflect my own experiences. Enjoy. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse; The stockings were hung 'bove our TV with care, In hopes that some iPods soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of candy canes danced in their heads; And I in my jammies, and the hubz in his sweats, Just got the kids down with present-less threats, When up from their rooms there arose such a clatter, I sprang from … [Read more...]